The conference began

Above the Conferred God Plaza, seven-colored auspicious clouds unfurled like silk, studded with countless star gems, each corresponding to the divine position of a True God in attendance.

White Night stood in the Myriad Gods Mansion's ranks, his purple-gold divine robe fluttering in the wind, attracting many scrutinizing gazes.

In the area densely packed with Middle True Gods, the aura of his Law, though recently advanced, was exceptionally solid, making him particularly conspicuous.

"Is that White Night, the one Elder Lieyang recommended? I heard even Lord Jinzha praised him endlessly."

"He's just a newly advanced Middle True God; he probably won't even last through the preliminary rounds."

"Shhh! I heard he killed five Middle Demon Gods on Mars; his methods are quite sinister."

Whispers reached his ears, but White Night seemed not to hear them.

His gaze fell upon the Myriad Gods Arena in the center of the plaza. The arena was forged from black godfall stone, its surface covered with denseSword Marks and Shadows (blade marks and sword shadows), each mark retaining the Law fluctuations of an ancient True God.

Most eye-catching were the twelve coiling dragon pillars standing around the arena, entwined with golden chains. The ends of the chains connected to twelve water mirrors, which were displaying real-time combat footage of the preliminary rounds.

"Everyone, please be patient." A majestic voice suddenly resounded across the plaza. An old man, clad in a robe adorned with the sun, moon, and stars, stepped through the air. Nine golden halos encircled him, within which faint phantoms of Divine Kings could be seen.

It was none other than Divine Venerable Qiming, the Arbitration Elder presiding over the Eternal Assembly, a peak High-ranking True God.

"This Eternal Assembly consists of three trials: the preliminary rounds to temper Laws, the promotion rounds to contend for divine positions, and the finals to claim the top spot." Divine Venerable Qiming waved his hand, and the twelve water mirrors suddenly lit up. "The preliminary rounds are divided into a thousand groups, with one hundred participants per group. Winners advance. Now, the draw begins!"

Before his voice faded, countless golden lots descended from the void, automatically flying towards the True Gods present.

White Night reached out and caught his lot. It bore the inscription "Group C · Seventy-seventh Match," with the opponent's slot blank, clearly not yet matched.

Just then, Lieyang hurried to his side and whispered, "Little friend White Night, your opponent has been determined: the seeded player of Group C, True God Yanlie of the Molten Fire Palace. This fiend is a peak Middle True God, mastering the ultimate Fire Law. He once killed three Middle Demon Gods a century ago; you must be careful."

White Night raised an eyebrow and looked at one of the water mirrors, which was displaying an image of True God Yanlie: red hair, crimson armor, dark red flames burning around him, and a molten battle blade in his hand, his aura three times more formidable than that of a Four-Winged Battle Demon.

"Interesting." The purple-gold lightning on White Night's fingertip flickered gently. "It's a good chance to test the might of a peak Middle True God."

Lieyang wanted to caution him further, but saw White Night had already stepped towards the Group C arena, and could only shake his head helplessly: "This kid... he's quite confident."

On the Group C arena, True God Yanlie had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing White Night approach, he grinned, spinning his molten battle blade in his palm. The dark red flames sizzled, scorching the arena floor: "I heard you killed a few trash Demon Gods on Mars? What a pity, today you've met me, and your good luck has run out."

White Night said nothing more, his purple-gold divine domain suddenly unfurling. The space within a ten-thousand-zhang radius was sealed by the Thunder Law, and countless lightning runes appeared on the ground: "Make your move. Let me see if the flames of the Molten Fire Palace can burn through my thunder."

"Arrogant!" True God Yanlie roared, his molten battle blade cleaving down with a monstrous heatwave. Wherever the blade light passed, the air was scorched and twisted, and even space rippled faintly.

This single strike condensed seventy percent of his Fire Law, enough to burn an ordinary Middle True God to ashes.

White Night's eyes narrowed slightly. The Eternal Demon Blade was unsheathed, and purple-gold lightning clashed with dark red flames in the center of the arena.

"Boom—!"

The collision of two extreme forces unleashed a shockwave that sent all the True Gods in the Group C area retreating.

What was shocking was that True God Yanlie's proud flame blade light was actually forced back by the lightning of the Eternal Demon Blade. The dark red flames on the blade flickered violently, as if they could extinguish at any moment.

"How is this possible?!" True God Yanlie's pupils constricted. He could feel a trace of strange Chaos Power contained within the opponent's Thunder Law, slowly devouring the essence of his flames.

White Night gave him no time to think. His figure flickered within the purple-gold divine domain, instantly appearing behind True God Yanlie. The Eternal Demon Blade, with the might to tear space, slashed towards his back.

"Die!" True God Yanlie roared, and a dark red flame shield suddenly erupted around him. Countless flame runes appeared on the shield's surface; this was the Molten Fire Palace's life-saving divine ability—the Sky-Burning Shield.

"Clang!"

The Eternal Demon Blade struck the shield, emitting a deafening metallic clang.

True God Yanlie used the recoil to fly forward. As he turned, his molten battle blade had already condensed a thousand-zhang-long flaming giant dragon. The giant dragon roared and charged towards White Night. Wherever it passed, the godfall stone of the arena began to melt.

"Thunder Prison · Cage!"

White Night formed hand seals. The thunder in the purple-gold divine domain suddenly transformed into a massive cage, trapping the flaming giant dragon within.

On the bars of the thunder cage, countless Law runes circulated, actually beginning to absorb the flaming giant dragon's energy.

"This is! Devouring Law?!" Lieyang, in the spectator stands, suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with disbelief.

A Middle True God mastering the Devouring Law—this had never happened in the history of the Eternal God Realm!

True God Yanlie also sensed something was wrong. The flaming giant dragon's size was shrinking at a visible rate, while the Thunder Law on White Night's body grew more and more intense.

He wanted to retract the giant dragon, but found that his connection to the flames had been severed by the thunder cage.

"It's over." White Night's voice sounded in True God Yanlie's ear.

Before he could react, the Eternal Demon Blade had pierced through the flame shield and rested against his throat.

Purple-gold lightning spread along the battle blade, temporarily sealing the Fire Law within his body.

"I... lost?" True God Yanlie stood dumbfounded. He couldn't understand how he, a dignified peak Middle True God, could be defeated by a Middle True God who had only recently advanced.

The entire arena was silent.

A moment later, the Group C area erupted in a thunderous uproar:

"True God Yanlie of the Molten Fire Palace actually lost?!"

"What's going on with that White Night's Thunder Law? It can actually counter ultimate flames?"

"Did I see that right? Did he just use the Devouring Law?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Divine Venerable Qiming's eyes as he nodded slightly towards White Night: "Group C, seventy-seventh match, White Night wins."

White Night put away the Eternal Demon Blade and turned to walk off the arena, ignoring the astonished gazes around him.

He could feel that after defeating Yanlie, the power of the Law within him had become even more refined, bringing him one step closer to the peak of Middle True God.

Lieyang hurried to meet him, his shock not yet faded: "Little friend White Night, that move of yours just now... was it truly the Devouring Law?"

White Night nodded: "Just a superficial understanding."

Lieyang gasped, muttering, "Incredible... truly incredible! A Middle True God who has mastered the Devouring Law can even contend with a High-ranking True God!"

In the following days, White Night swept through the preliminary rounds.

Neither True God Hanyu, who mastered the Ice Frost Law, nor True God Yingsha, who specialized in spatial leaps, could last more than ten moves against him.

His combination of the purple-gold divine domain and the Devouring Law became the nightmare of all his opponents, and the name "White Night" resounded throughout the Conferred God Plaza.

On the day of the promotion rounds, the atmosphere in the Conferred God Plaza grew even more fervent.

All twelve water mirrors on the coiling dragon pillars lit up, displaying images of the 128 True Gods who had advanced.

White Night's name was prominently listed, and he was considered a dark horse by many.

"Little friend White Night, your next opponent is not simple." Lieyang pointed to one of the water mirrors, his tone grave. "True God Zidian of the Tianshu Palace, an early High-ranking True God, masters a mutated Thunder Law, and has consecutively defeated seven High-ranking True Gods within a thousand years. He is one of the favorites to win this assembly."

In the water mirror, True God Zidian wore a blue robe, his face stern, surrounded by faint blue lightning. His aura was more than ten times stronger than that of True God Yanlie.

"A High-ranking True God, huh..." A hint of battle intent flashed in White Night's eyes. "This is a good opportunity to see the gap between High-ranking and Middle True Gods."

Lieyang wanted to say more, but Divine Venerable Qiming's voice rang out again: "First battle of the promotion rounds, Zidian versus White Night!"

True God Zidian stepped onto the arena, his faint blue lightning enveloping the entire stage in an electric glow.

Seeing White Night approach, a disdainful cold smile curled his lips: "I heard you are very skilled in the Thunder Law? Today, I shall let you know what a true Thunder Sovereign is."

White Night said nothing more, his purple-gold divine domain suddenly unfurling.

But this time, True God Zidian simply raised his hand lightly, and the faint blue lightning suppressed the purple-gold divine domain, causing it to continuously shrink.

"The gap is just that big." True God Zidian's voice carried a hint of arrogance. "A Lower True God and a High-ranking True God are like an ant and a divine dragon; they cannot be compared."

White Night's eyes narrowed. The eternal chaos divine codex within him operated at high speed. The thunder in the purple-gold divine domain suddenly merged with Chaos Power, actually resisting the suppression of the faint blue lightning.

"Oh? A bit interesting." A hint of surprise flashed in True God Zidian's eyes. "To be able to endure within my Purple Lightning Domain, you are much stronger than those wastes."

Before his voice faded, his figure flickered, instantly appearing before White Night. Faint blue lightning condensed into a long sword, striking towards White Night's glabella with the might to tear apart divine souls.

This sword strike contained the Law power of a High-ranking True God, moving at extreme speed, making it impossible to dodge.

"Thunder · Myriad Transformations!"

White Night blocked with the Eternal Demon Blade in front of him. Purple-gold lightning and Chaos Power intertwined to form a spiral barrier.

"Clang!"

The faint blue lightning long sword struck the barrier, emitting a deafening roar.

White Night only felt a terrifying force transmit through the demon blade. His arm went numb, and he was shaken back repeatedly, a trace of golden blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth...